I asked an AI to write for me because it's late, I possess no creativity and I'm lazy as fuck...and somehow it's kinda good?...enjoy

Kylo Ren and General Hux had never gotten along. From the moment they met, they had clashed at every turn. Hux was a man of order, logic, and precision, while Kylo was impulsive, emotional, and unpredictable. They were both leaders in the First Order, and they were constantly jockeying for power and influence.

Their first meeting had been in the command center of the Starkiller base. Hux had been overseeing the construction of the superweapon, and Kylo had come to check on its progress. The two had gotten into a heated argument about the best way to deploy the weapon, and their voices had echoed through the cavernous room.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Ren," Hux had spat. "You're too emotional. You let your feelings get in the way of our mission."

Kylo had bristled at the insult. "I am not emotional," he had growled. "I am passionate. And I know what I'm doing."

Hux had sneered. "Passionate? You're a child, Ren. You have no idea what it takes to lead an army. You're nothing but a liability."

Kylo had drawn his lightsaber at the insult, the red blade crackling to life. Hux had stepped back, his hand hovering over his own blaster.

"Enough," a voice had boomed through the room. It was Supreme Leader Snoke, their master and the ruler of the First Order. He had been watching their argument from his throne room, and he was not pleased. "You two are acting like children. This is not the way of the First Order. You will work together, or you will be replaced."

Kylo and Hux had both backed down, knowing that Snoke's word was law. But the tension between them had only grown, simmering just below the surface of every interaction.

Months went by, and the Starkiller base was destroyed by the Resistance. Hux and Kylo were forced to flee to a new base, and they continued their uneasy partnership. But something was changing between them. There was a spark of attraction there, something that neither of them could quite put their finger on. They still argued and bickered, but there was an undercurrent of tension that neither of them could ignore.

It all came to a head during a mission to a small planet on the edge of the galaxy. They had been sent to retrieve a valuable artifact from a band of smugglers, and they had run into unexpected resistance. The smugglers had been better armed than they had anticipated, and the First Order forces had been pinned down in the streets.

Kylo and Hux were both on the ground, fighting side by side against the smugglers. Kylo had his lightsaber out, deflecting blaster bolts left and right. Hux was firing his blaster with precision, taking down smugglers one by one. They were both covered in dirt and sweat, their faces contorted in grim determination.

Suddenly, one of the smugglers had gotten the drop on Hux, knocking his blaster out of his hand and pinning him to the ground. Hux struggled against the smuggler's grip, but it was no use. He was about to be killed.

Kylo saw the danger and acted on instinct. He sprinted towards Hux, his lightsaber blazing. With a few quick slashes, he took down the smuggler and freed Hux. They were both panting, adrenaline coursing through their veins.

Hux looked up at Kylo, his blue eyes wide with surprise. "Thank you," he said, his voice hoarse.
Kylo nodded, his eyes meeting Hux's. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.

Then Kylo spoke. "You're welcome."

Hux's expression softened, and he gave Kylo a small smile. "I never thought I'd say this, but...you really saved my ass back there."

Kylo's lips twitched in a half-smile. "Don't mention it."

They stood there for a moment longer, just looking at each other. It was like they were seeing each other for the first time. They had always been rivals, but in that moment, they saw something else in each other. Something that they couldn't quite put into words.

The mission was a success, and they returned to the base with the artifact in tow. But things were different between them now. They had a newfound respect for each other, a recognition of the skills and strengths that they brought to the table.

Over the next few weeks, they found themselves gravitating towards each other. They would linger after meetings, talking in low voices about strategy and tactics. They would spar together in the training room, each pushing the other to be better. And when they were alone, they found themselves drawn to each other, their bodies practically humming with unspoken desire.

It all came to a head one night, when they were both in the mess hall, getting a late dinner. The room was mostly empty, and they were seated at a small table in the corner. They had been talking about the latest mission, but the conversation had turned to something else entirely.

"I never thought I'd say this," Hux said, his voice low. "But I think I might actually like you, Ren."

Kylo looked up from his plate, his eyes locking onto Hux's. "I think I might like you too, Hux."

They both fell silent, their eyes locked together. It was like they were on the edge of a precipice, each waiting for the other to make the next move.

Hux was the one to break the silence. He leaned forward, his hand reaching out to touch Kylo's

They didn't make it far before they were pressed up against a wall, Hux's hands in Kylo's hair as they kissed fiercely. Kylo's hands were on Hux's hips, pulling him closer as their tongues danced together.

It was like all the tension and anger that had been between them had been building to this moment. They were finally able to release it all in each other's arms.

They stumbled down the hallway, Kylo pushing Hux up against another wall, their bodies pressed together as they kissed. It was like they couldn't get enough of each other.

Finally, they made it to Hux's quarters. They stumbled inside, their lips still locked together. Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, and soon they were naked and panting, their bodies pressed together as they moved together in a rhythm that was both desperate and slow.

It was like they were discovering each other for the first time, learning what made the other gasp and moan. They explored each other's bodies with a reverence that was almost religious.

When they were finally sated, they lay together, their bodies intertwined. They talked for hours, about everything and nothing. It was like they were making up for lost time, all the years they had spent hating each other.

As the sun started to rise, they fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted and sated. They both knew that they had crossed a line, that things would never be the same between them. But they also knew that they wouldn't have it any other way.

In the weeks and months that followed, they kept their relationship a secret, knowing that it would be frowned upon by the First Order. But they didn't care. They were happy together, and that was all that mattered.

They continued to work together, still pushing each other to be the best that they could be. But now, there was a deeper understanding between them, a trust that went beyond words.